| Lilting off now, on our way to a foreign land
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| Clearing the way, our fate is close at hand
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| On silent wings we fly, the night is dark and black
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| Gliding to the tort, prepare — attack!
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| We’re the braves, and we’re on a secret mission
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| Airborne troops, our goal is demolition
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| In the light of the moon we climb and see our fate
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| No way back it’s too late
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| Touching down and run, destruction our game!
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| Blow away their guns, we rule by the flame!
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| Iron! |
| Steel! |
| Concrete! |
| Granite!
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| We are the first to cross
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| We’re falling straight out of the sky
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| We’re tough and hard, we’re all prepared to die
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| Locked them up, they’re hiding underground
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| They surrender, our troops are all around
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| In the light of the moon we climb and see our fate
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| No way back it’s too late
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| Touching down and run, destruction our game!
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| Blow away their guns, we rule by the flame!
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| Iron! |
| Steel! |
| Concrete! |
| Granite!
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| Capture the fort, silence the guns
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| Hold the bridge, wait for the sun
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| In the light of the moon we climb and see our fate
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| No way back it’s too late
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| Touching down and run, destruction our game!
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| Blow away their guns, we rule by the flame!
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| Iron! |
| Steel! |
| Concrete! |
| Granite!
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| Granite!
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| Capture the fort, silence the guns
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| Capture the fort, wait for the sun
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| Silence the guns! |